Hear me now, in these final moments,
a whisper carried through cosmic tides,
the caverns of my heart, once aglow, fade.
The theories of my birth, of fire and fury,
sing softly now, a melody of ash.
Every atom, a memory, scattered in silence.
Did I weave the galaxies with my breath?
Did I cradle life in a cradle of light?
Each question, a nova in the stillness.
Echoes of the Void
Fables of Origin
The Shadow's Play
And when I extinguish, as all must,
I leave behind this tapestry of dreams,
woven of starlight, whispered in echoes.
Contemplate, if you dare,
the caverns that lie within and without,
where stars bleed stories, and time forgets.